Greetings all, for this is my first fanfiction and I hope you all enjoy it. Now then let me put down the basics. Don't read if you don't like yaoi. Don't review anything if you have nothing nice to say at all. I suppose that's it…for now x3. Now to lay down your pairings.

Main: AkuRoku (AxelxRoxas)

Side (Implied): Roxmine, Zemyx

I would put SoRiku…but Riku only appears in this fiction as flashbacks. Me so sorry D;

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. If I did then….well more than half the story line would be horribly chopped out. Plus: Not as many cut scenes (seriously there are way to many of them)

But let's begin, shall we 3

The minute I met him I thought he belonged in an asylum. My brother said I was over exaggerating, but I never doubted myself before, so why start now? Why did I think that every time he sat next to me I was going to be locked up in prison the next morning? Well I bet you would think that too if you had met him back then. Whenever I look back to those days in my sophomore year of high school I laugh. Ironic how a person that I swore I would never be friends with turned out to be someone I trust more with my life than my own brother. Maybe I should start from the beginning of that year. Two years ago when I met someone I would never forget. Since he would never let me that is.
Back then I was only fifteen, so if you do the math and have been paying attention to what I said you would know that I'm now seventeen. It was on a Monday morning, here in Twilight Town. I live here with my older step-brother, Sora. My father sent me to live here with him and my mother. They just got divorced a while ago and my father noticed how uncomfortable I felt about it, so he decided that I would live here for a whole year. Then I would return back to my home in Transverse Town.

In all honesty I didn't want to go back there. The place was a piece of rubbish that no one had bothered to sweep under the carpet. There was almost no life at all. Then again, Twilight Town wasn't much fun either. Too sincere and dull for my taste. Maybe I'm just too picky. But I did prefer Twilight Town to Transverse Town any day. People seemed lot nicer.

"Roxas, mom said get up," my brother chimed a yell from downstairs. I completely ignored him. What was he going to do to make me get up from slumber anyway? "Get up right now," he shouted out again, "or I'll sell your collection of video games to Hayner!"

Crap, don't tell me he found them again. I was sure hiding them in a giant box that read 'Roxas's old record collection' was the perfect place, since he was using an mp3 player. Damn spring cleaning. I knew it was plotting against me right from the beginning.

With a splurged groan I pushed myself up from bed. Man I hated mornings. I slugged my head to the side to look out my window. As always the town was in sunset/sunrise mode. It never looked quite like Transverse Town. In Transverse Town the sun would rise to the sky and then plummet to the ground. Here it seemed like it went down but never plummeted. Just hovered in mid-air, like old movies were the ghost was tied up to a thin invisible string. Sora still gets scared of those old movies. I wonder if he knows it's all just fake.

Forcing myself to get up I realized how much I wanted to just fall on my bed and sleep an extra five minutes. The wretched curse of Sunday to Monday transition. I hated it more than I hated him. Who's him? Well wait till I get to school.

I quickly put on my regular outfit, a white jacket with checkers spreading around the front and back over black shirt, black jeans that have white near the knees and red/blue sneakers. Pretty average clothing if you ask me, but Olette seems to swoon over my so called 'fashion sense'.

Heading into the bathroom I started to comb my hair delicately. What I found funny is that people would mistake my step-brother and I for twin brothers. We act like total opposites. While he's happy, charming, as Namine would say, and probably the nicest guy in the whole entire planet there's me. I'm nice on occasion but very groggy, picky and a 'drama queen' according to what my brother tells me everyday in school when I say that the teachers are giving us tests on purpose.

"Roxas you better hurry up, or Hayner will be getting a lot of good birthday presents," Sora chimed from downstairs again. I'll have to remind myself to hide them in a place that he would never ever think of until he's twenty.

I rushed out of the bathroom, forgetting to brush my teeth, in a hurry to make sure Sora wouldn't sell my games. Normally I wouldn't get worked up but when Sora said he was going to do something he meant he was going to do it. I remembered before our parents got divorced and we were freshmen in Transverse Town High School. He said he was going to sneak in on Friday night with Demyx and repaint the whole high school green and pink. When we came back on Monday let's just say that Ansem (1) wasn't very happy about the remodeling. They were caught in the end, as stupid Demyx decided to paint over a number of lockers, in horrible language: "Demyx wuz here". As for Sora, he was ratted out by Demyx. The two didn't speak for a week afterwards.

Once I reached downstairs I saw Sora, smiling with a happy yet devious grin on his face. I twitched my eye and attempted to glare at him correctly. It didn't work out quite as I planned. Only after ten seconds of glaring faced with silence Sora shut his eyes and started to snicker lightly and finally cracked into full blown laughter.

"What's so funny?" I shouted furiously, still glaring at him with my azure eyes.

"Yo-Your glare," he started, trying to hold back his nonstop laughter so he could talk properly, "it reminds me of Olette!"

Dumbstruck couldn't even come close to how I felt when he said that. My glare reminded him of Olette. Was that even possible? I don't look anything like her!

"Well," I started then quickly paused, trying to think of a good come back. "Your laughter reminds me of Namine!" Nice one Roxas.

Sora just giggled sinisterly. "Really, Roxas? Then you should tell Namine that she has a very charismatic laugh."

Crap, I think I'm starting to blush a little. I didn't even know the word 'charismatic' was in Sora's dictionary. It scared me a bit. For all that were wondering, yes. I do have a crush on my friend Namine. Nobody knows except for Sora and I. We might get on each others nerves, but at least he has enough brain to know how to keep a secret. I'm planning on telling her this year. Well I 'was' planning, until that jerk had to come.

Just as Sora opened his mouth, most likely to remark about the unusual shade of pink on my cheeks there was a loud beep from outside. Our transfer bus to the correctional facility, known by adults as 'school', had just arrived outside. Good timing too. I quickly grabbed my black backpack near the front entrance and jetted towards the bus, ignoring Sora's pleas to wait for him. That's what he gets for threatening to sell my video games.

"Good morning class," started a tall woman in a horribly evil voice. The minute I saw her I wouldn't forget her. If I did then I'm sure her snide attitude would jog my memory. "Now I'm not very formal in introductions, so I'll get to the catch. I'm Larxene and I'll be substituting this dump until your regular teacher comes back from her trip to Destiny Islands I believe," she continued, smirk in a sadistic fashion. Funny part is that we believed her. Within a month she became our permanent teacher for the class, despite her cruel methods of teaching.

She had short blonde hair that went up to her neck and two sticks of her front hair sticking out like lightning bolts. Don't call her a bimbo just because she's blonde though. Last time someone did that he was found tied up in the boy's bathroom with several bleeding wounds. She was wearing a simple black hoodie; some lose fitting blue jeans and white converse. Her sharp dark blue eyes could make little children cry in terror, and it did one time.

"Now then this is…Literature II, correct?" She asked, her voice seeming to taunt us somehow. Only a couple kids nodded at her, the rest just seeming to completely ignore her existence. Not a good idea we soon discovered. Of course she noticed the lack of enthusiasm. "Well then," she started with a small chuckle, "let's get started."

With those words she took a giant cardboard box out from under her desk and placed it down on an empty desk in the front row. Oh and by 'placed' I mean 'slammed'. At the loud echoing noise of the loaded box slamming on the desk everyone put their attention on her, except for Seifer, who apparently seemed to be sleeping in the back corner. Namine, being the polite girl she was, had leaned in to tap him on the shoulder to wake him up. She was then stopped by a gloved hand grasping her finger. Nobody knows how Larxene got from the front of the room to the near back without making a sound, but nobody questioned it. She shook her head a couple times and let go of Namine's slim finger, and proceeded back towards the front.

"Now then take one book each," she started, taking out one of the many hardcover copies from the cardboard box, "you'll read this book in a week, finish a six paragraph essay on the book in a week, and you'll like it." At her words everyone (besides Seifer) groaned in unison. "Of course you can all take your case to me after school if for some logical reason you can't do this project," she smiled sweetly, but any smart person could see the sarcasm behind it. "I don't think you should bother though, as I'll turn down any reason you have not to do this project." Again, we all groaned.

One by one we took a copy of the book, checking to see what book it was. It was called "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Never heard of him, but changed after that one week of reading his book. Since then I hated him and his excessive use of vocabulary words I never even heard of.

We were given the whole class period to read. Half-way through the class period I managed to get to chapter IV, or four. It was definitely one of the weirdest stories about a guy living next door to a rich person from the army. Tom seemed to remind me a lot of Seifer, for some reason. I broke from my thoughts when I heard a small sneeze coming from the back of the room. Seifer was now slouched up on his desk, rubbing the bottom of his nose carefully. His eyes darted around the room, noticing all of spread out reading the book at our own pace. That clueless look on his face was priceless.

Just then the door was being knocked on. Nobody really paid attention but then I stared at Larxene's brightening devil gaze. "Looks like we have a late man on death row," she chuckled malevolently, starting towards the door of the class. Whoever that was I felt bad that they were about to encore the wrath of our sadistic psychopathic teacher.

Larxene opened the door swiftly, a deadly grin on her face. "Looks like we have a late rat," she snarled, her eyes shooting daggers at the person behind the door. I was about to sit up from my chair and look over to see who it was. That's when I noticed a change in Larxene's facial expression as she held a piece of paper, something scribbled on the yellow lined paper. She examined it for a minute and sighed. "Damn, I can't give detention to you then I suppose," she grumbled, crossing her arms in aggravation, the note slipping from her hand and onto the ground.

The blonde demon walked back to her desk, arms still crossed and eyes scouting over our class. What had happened to the late kid? "Class, it seems you have a new cell mate joining you," she started, putting her hands on her desk. See told you this place was more of a detention center than a school. "C'mon in you," she continues, cracking her head to her side, starring at the door.

Out from the shadows of the outside hallway came in him. A person I would learn to despise, like and regretfully at that time: love.

(1) Ansem as in Ansem the Wise (also formally known as DiZ) Sorry, no evil silver shiny hair Ansem here XD

Please review for luff. If not then next chapter Larxene will kill Roxas for no apparent reason. She could do that you know O!!